From John D. MacDonald’s The Deep Blue Good-By:

“I’m a darling girl.”

I didn’t want to be within fifteen hundred miles of this darling girl. I didn’t want to be in this October city. I wanted to be back aboard my Busted Flush moored in Slip F-18, Bahia Mar, Lauderdale, my 52 feet of custom houseboat which I could fill with my favorite brand of darling girls, the brown untroubled ones, eager galley slaves, the hair-salty, rump-sandy, beer-opening, fish-catching, happy-making girls in sun-faded fabrics, sun-streaked hair. But Miss Nina looked at me out of her brother Mike’s true blue eyes, and he had never asked me for anything else.

“I’ll tell you a story,” I said.